Run Riot (State of Grace #1)

I woke up groggy—which wasn’t usual for me—but I had to blink a few times before I remembered where I was. The light filtering into the room was painfully bright, and everything smelled a lot better than my dad’s place.

Grace’s apartment.

I was slumped uncomfortably into the corner of the sectional, propped up by the roughly fifty decorative cushions that covered the sofa.

Grace had curled up on her end of the couch, but our hands had sought each other out in sleep, our fingers loosely intertwined between us.